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  This is a discussion that is near and dear to my heart -- aging gracefully. I happen to be the same age as the "girls" on the HBO reboot of Sex and the City titled And Just Like That ... Now I have some criticism of the story lines (Samantha's reason for being absent from the show ... the Samantha I loved would never have tossed out Carrie over a failed publicity campaign.) However, I'm digressing off the topic, which is sexist ageism.  First, kudos to Cynthia Nixon, who among the cast doesn't appear to have messed with her face. I love Miranda's realistic gray hair and how she embraced the fact she's an older woman. Sarah Jessica Parker actually looks much better than she did in the movies where she clearly had her eyes done, which changed her natural appearance. Kirstin Davies' obvious implants and lip work didn't look so great.  My point is not to "plastic surgery" shame anyone. I want to discuss why women aren 't aging gracefu...

Q : What is Love in the Time of Corona about ? A : It’s a nonfiction guide written to give singles and couples imaginative ideas about how to still enjoy romance and fantasy even while self-sheltering. As the world dramatically changed overnight, many single people and couples had their lives turned upside down. Touching and intimacy are important to building a healthy immune system yet self-sheltering rules, in some cases, prohibit it. This guidebook will inspire romantic partners to have some fun and stay connected. Q : Why did you write the book? A : Everyone has been rightfully focused on the virus itself and protecting people’s health. I anticipated that once the focus shifted toward the sociological and psychological impacts, people would seek information to help their personal lives. Additionally, human contact and touch are a part of being human. With all of the stress caused by the virus plus the lack of connection, people sacrificed even more. ...

This the third book in the California Girl Chronicles series. Brea's Big Scandal is coming soon. Chapter 1 Book 3 Leaves off From Book 2             My name is Brea Harper, and if you read my last two books then you know I am chronically challenged when it comes to men and relationships. Yes, I came to Hollywood to break in as a screenwriter only to be distracted by hot men. Sigh, it’s hard being single in La La Land – home of the beautiful yet often crazy people. Am I crazy? Some might think misguided and creatively wacky, but not certifiable. Although on any given day my sanity might actually be debatable among my many past lovers and even a few friends. I’m okay with it, though. You have to really know me to love me. Just as a reminder if you’re coming into this book first, I am tall, blonde, blue-eyed and a very tasteful dresser. I arrived in Hollywood when I was fresh out of college, having f...

Chapter 1 I placed her body in the trunk of a gold Toyota Camry. I gazed down at her with my hand still holding the trunk lid. Her dark eyes were glassy now and stared up at me, lifeless, and somehow accusing. Her form was bent out of shape and her thick, dark hair was mussed with just a hint of dark blood smeared in it from a single wound. “Dead,” I thought and closed the trunk. *** One year earlier … It was a sunny fall afternoon. The sun shone through the sliding-glass door and woke me up. My blue eyes fluttered opened, and I looked out the slider toward the pool area where our white standard poodle Maisy slept curled up in her fleece bed. Brown, crisp fall leaves had blown up on the porch and piled around her dog bed. I was alone as my husband Paul had taken the kids to school already. We switched mornings, and this morning I got to sleep in, which I enjoyed. He was always a prick about it, though. Said it wasn’t his job and had once told me he was just...

Title: Passenger from Greece Category: Mainstream Fiction/Mystery/Romance/Multicultural Author: Norma Jennings Publisher: 3L Publishing, Sacramento, CA Phone: 916.300.8012 Email: info@3LPublishing.com ISBN-9780990574675 Pages: 300 pages Release Date: October 2015 Binding: Soft cover Bar Coded: Yes Retail Price: $19.95 Book design: Erin Pace-Molina This book is well-written and interesting. The story of young love and naive innocence is an accessible tale most of us can relate to. Haven't we all been embroiled in some intense love affairs that moved us in capricious ways? But that is not what this book's central theme is about. It's so much more than romance. The story revolves around nefarious and criminal behavior, and the people caught in the web of deceit. Why is this Editor's Pick ? The opening plane crash was the most well-written action sequence I've read on paper. I felt like I was right there in the blaze of the inci...

Purchase a copy on Amazon ( click here ) Purchase an eBook Kindle Version ( click here ) 7 I awoke alone on the sofa. Sometime in the middle of the night Ryan had left me sleeping. I could barely remember what we did – there was a fog clouding my brain. I lay on my back and stared at the enormous pine ceiling beam running down the center. I blinked and looked down – yes, I was still naked. I sat up and grabbed yesterday’s clothes and started getting dressed. My head was pounding from a hangover-induced headache. I heard the back door opening and closing. I turned to find Johnny walking in and wearing swim trunks and drying his hair. He stopped in front of me. He laughed and said, “You look like hell.” I nodded, sighed and got up. “I’m going to shower.” “You want me to leave you some Tylenol?” he asked. I nodded and headed up the stairs all the way to the third floor. I should have felt embarrassed, but my head was pounding much too hard to ...

Kindle Version ( click here ) - $2.99 Print Version ( click here ) - 14.95 4 I rose bright and early, grabbed some coffee from the pot and headed out the door with the goal of getting Kale alone before anyone came to the office. He worked out very early in his private gym at the office, so I planned to catch him then. I soon found myself walking straight down the hall to the gym connected to his office. I swung open the door and there was my insanely attractive man without a shirt on, working on the weights that build the upper back muscles. He was sweaty and glistened in the light. His eyes grew large when I walked in. The attraction was electric. I walked around the rowing machine straight toward him and stopped dead. No greetings were uttered, just silence. For a moment, we stared at each other. He released the weights, grabbed the white towel from around his neck and wiped his moist forehead and face. “Brea?” He looked at me and waited. “How ar...